the book
353 Words
The pages weren’t supposed to change.
Jeheak noticed it first.
At the bottom of a page—written in shaky ink—were words he knew he didn’t write:
“even memories.”
He thought it was a joke. Kat, maybe. Or Jewels messing around.
But no one touched his notebook.
They all swore it.
Then the story kept going.
On its own.
Names started appearing.
Not random ones.
Theirs.
Kaneki’s was the first that scared them.
At the bottom of a page:
“Kaneki isn’t sure if he’s still human anymore.”
After that, he changed.
Quiet. Distant. Staring at his hands like they didn’t belong to him.
Jenni’s page filled next.
Not words at first—just rough, scratchy drawings of a girl standing in the dark.
Alone.
Then the sentence appeared overnight:
“Jenni hears something calling her name. It sounds like her… but it isn’t.”
She started hearing it too.
Soft. Close.
Always behind her.
Jewels tried to rip the pages out.
They came back.
Maria tried to burn the notebook.
The fire went out before it touched it.
Kat stopped reading it.
Because when she did…
The words moved.
Then came Jay.
No one noticed at first.
Until Jeheak flipped a page and froze.
“Jay sees things before they happen.”
“But this time… he’s too late.”
Jay grabbed the notebook, flipping through pages fast.
“What does that even mean?” he said, trying to laugh—but it didn’t sound right.
That’s when he saw it.
A page that wasn’t there before.
A scene.
All of them.
Standing in the same room.
The same room they were in right now.
Jay looked up slowly.
“…this already happened.”
Silence filled the room.
Jeheak turned to the last page.
Fresh ink.
Still writing.
Right in front of them.
“The scariest part isn’t the monsters.”
“It’s that they don’t know which one they’ve become.”
No one moved.
No one spoke.
Because now they understood.
The notebook wasn’t telling a story.
It was watching them.
And writing…
what comes next.
- Writer
